Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.